User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-39940417-20190630014654

The bank of the great River Moss was in sight. The water near both banks was filled with green water weeds and mud, while in the center, the river was fast flowing and whipped up into such a sheet of white spray that you could hardly tell where the water ended and the air begun. Jarky eyed the wild rapids.

"An' how excactly are we meant to cross this bloomin' thing, wot?" the Squirrelhare asked Farlow.